As soon as we arrived at home, we headed for the bedroom. Ben helped me lose the coat, scarf and sweater, as well as my shoes, before he focussed on getting out of his streetwear himself. I couldn’t do much else than stand in the middle of the room and watch him. Once he was done, he returned his attention to me.
“You look absolutely amazing”, he said.
“Well, thanks!” I blushed and couldn’t help but smile. He was right. I looked myself in the body length mirror in the corner. I was super cute. My right arm emerged from the short sleeve of my cute red buttonless top and ended a few inches below the elbow in a perfectly rounded stump. My left arm didn’t exist. There was nothing in that short sleeve on my left side.
I turned to Ben. “Could you help me out of my shirt and bra as well?”
“Sure thing”, he said. He came over and pulled my top over my head. Then he undid the clasps of my bra. He simply pulled the strap on my left side from my shoulder. There was nothing that could get in the way. I took care of the rest myself, rotating my right shoulder and swinging my upper body so that my bra swung around and slid the strap over my right shoulder off. Then I turned back to the mirror and looked at myself again. Seeing my naked armless shoulder like this was weird. I tried to move anything on my left side, but could only shrug my shoulder. I tried reaching over with my right arm again. My stump could barely reach my shoulder. A grin slowly crept onto my face. This level of helplessness was exhilarating. I turned to Ben.
“Can you help me get out of my pants and panties as well, please?”
“Yeah, of course. Hang on!” I walked over to him and waited while rid me of my remaining clothes. Finally, I was stark naked. Took a last look at myself and marvelled at my new shape before heading to the bed. I used my nub to pull back the sheet and hop into bed.
Ben got undressed and followed me.
There we lay and cuddled for a while enjoying my altered form and each other’s company.
“So how do you feel now?” He looked at me inquisitively and made eye contact.
“Well, it’s still odd. Especially now that my other arm is missing. It feels like I’m almost used to my right arm, but my left side is a completely different beast.” I paused for a second and considered my situation. “When I try to move my arm, it feels like it’s asleep. Only, instead of this unpleasant prickling you get when a limb falls asleep, there’s nothing at all.”
“Can I feel your shoulder?”
“Of course!” I rolled around and he placed a hand on where my arm used to be not two hours earlier. It was an odd feeling, having someone touch a spot of your body that shouldn’t even exist. I moved my shoulder around and enjoyed the different sensation.
“This is fantastic”, Ben muttered. “I am incredibly turned on right now. I didn’t even know this was possible until yesterday, and now I’m in bed with my temporarily armless girlfriend. What a time to be alive.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss.
“Before we start getting serious”, I asked, “would you like to try something yourself? We do have the gummy bears.” I could feel that he was dying to try being a temporary amputee himself.
He nodded. “I’d love to. However, I think I need to be careful, because I still need to take care of you. I should probably stay tall enough to reach everything and keep both my hands, just to be sure. Besides, what do we do about breakfast and dinner?”
“Uh, we still have toast and some bread spreads. Breakfast tomorrow will be fine. As for dinner, how about we order takeout? We could order pizza for today and pasta for tomorrow and cover both meals with one delivery that way”, I suggested.
Ben considered this for a while. “That would work, but it’d be like eating leftovers tomorrow. Sunday dinner is usually a special meal…”
“Dude, have you never had reheated pasta?”, I interrupted.
“Uh, no, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Because pasta that has been reheated in its sauce tastes like a million times better than its fresh counterpart.”
“Really?”
“Yes, dummy!” I sat up and gave him a playful shove with my arm stump.
“Alright then, reheated pasta it is. So, should we break out the gummy bears?”
“Yes, please”, I said. “I can’t wait to see them in action.”
“Alright,”, said Ben, got up and grabbed the box with the loose gummy bears from the paper bag. He brought it back to the bed. On the back of the box was another run-down of how exactly the gummy bears worked.
Ben read: “…colour determines the limb, the number of gummy bears determines how much of the limb…yadidadi…effect lasts for 24 after the last gummy bear for the respective limb has been consumed…ah yes, here: Green is for the right arm, yellow for the left. Red is the left leg, orange is the right leg.” He looked up and we made eye contact. “Let’s stick to one leg for now. Left or right? Red or orange? Should we leave it up to chance or decide beforehand?”
I thought for a moment. “Everybody has a foot they feel more comfortable with, almost like a dominant foot. I think you should keep that side. Which one is yours?”
“That sounds like a good idea. For me it’s the right side, I believe. Okay, red gummy bears it is.” He opened the box of gummy bears and started collecting red gummy bears. “How many should I take?”
“How about you eat one, so we can see how much it takes away? We can go from there”, I replied.
“Great idea”, Ben said. “Huh, this is exciting! Alright, here goes.” He popped one of the gummy bears into his mouth and tasted it for a second. “Tastes like raspberry flavour”, he commented. He chewed and swallowed. As soon as he had swallowed, his left foot seemed to disintegrate towards her leg and disappeared up to his ankle within a few seconds. He stared at his leg stump with wide eyed. “Woah, this is weird”, he commented. Then he giggled. “Look at how weird my leg looks!” It was true, seeing the entire leg, but without the characteristic foot at the end was somewhat funny.
“Can you walk like this?” I realised that I too was fascinated now.
“Let’s try it out!” He got up from the bed, somewhat lopsided due to his left leg being a few inches shorter than his right leg. Then he slowly took a few steps. He had a limp, naturally, but otherwise looked relatively secure. “It doesn’t hurt when I put weight on it”, said Ben, “but it sure does feel weird. It is very interesting, though, and I love it.”
He limped back to bed and sat down next to the pile of red gummy bears he had collected.
“So”, I asked, “how much do you want to take off?”
“I have been thinking about that”, he replied. “I think I would like to go relatively high. I don’t have a prosthetic leg or anything, so there’s no point in keeping a long stump. So, I want to go fairly high, either mid-thigh or hip.”
“That does sound reasonable. Go for it then.”
He started popping gummy bears into his mouth one by one. With each one his leg stump got shorter and shorter. After three more gummy bears, the stump ended just below his left knee. He twisted his leg to get a good look at it and marvelled at the rapid change. He got up and hopped around the bed to my side, where he got down on his knees and walked back to the other side. Then he sat down again and ate another gummy bear. The end of his stump went through his knee. However, he didn’t pause. After two more gummy bears he stopped. His stump ended around halfway through his thigh. He looked at his leg stump probingly, rotated it once, before eating another two gummy bears, moving his stump up to his hip.
“I decided to go the full way”, he said quietly.
“I can see that. How do you feel?”
“Odd, but excited. I keep wanting to kick my foot, but there’s nothing to kick.” He got up and hopped through the room. I had to giggle. “What?”
“Your wiener jumps with you”, I told him, before I dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Ben grinned. “I’ll be right back”, he said, before he hopped through the door and into the hallway. Two minutes later, I could hear the toilet flush and the tap run in the bathroom. A few moments later I could hear the tap-tap-tap of his hops and his head poked in through the door. “Okay, it’s now 4pm. I will have my leg back tomorrow at 4pm.”
“Great, that’ll give us plenty of time to have fun”, I responded. “Now…hihi..hop on in!” I snickered.
He rolled his eyes and grinned while hopping back to the bed, where he put the gummy bears to the side and slid between the sheets to join me. There, we stayed for a while. I reached down with my nub and felt the skin where his leg used to be. “This is really weird. Good weird, but weird”, I said.
“I know”, he said. “I still can’t wrap my head around the sensation. He gently turned myself onto my left side and we spooned for a while, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin and our altered bodies. I noticed not without satisfaction that laying on my completely armless side was very comfortable. There was just nothing to get in the way. After a while had passed, I rolled around and slipped my arm nub underneath him. We hugged and kissed, and he traced his hand over my bare, armless shoulder.
I propped myself up with the half arm I had left. “So, how do we go about this?”
He thought about it for a second. “I can try coming in from the top. Lie on your back.”
I struggled a bit with the sheets and eventually ended up in the position he requested. Pulled out the condom, slipped it over his member and positioned so that he faced me from above. He smiled, gave me a kiss, and lowered his member towards my private parts. There we encountered a problem: He was so busy balancing on his three limbs that he couldn’t use his ands to guide himself into my waiting vagina. After some shuffling, and one instance, where he lost his balance and fell onto his side, he looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Could you maybe give me a hand? I somehow can’t make this work right now.”
“I can’t exactly offer you a hand”, I giggled, ostentatiously raising my right arm stump, “but I can try. Hang on!”
I leaned forwards and attempted to guide his member in, but to no avail.
“Ugh, this is frustrating”, I sighed. I was insanely horny by now, and our current predicament caused by our self-inflicted temporary physical limitations only worked to further that attraction. “Hang on, let’s try something else. You lie back!”
Once again, I struggled with the bed. This time, because pushing yourself up against a soft bed from a lying position with just a single half arm is surprisingly hard. After some straining and working, we had finally switched positions. He looked up at me crouching over him. His eyes were wide. “You are absolutely stunning”, he whispered.
“You think so?”
“Yes. I am not quite sure how I managed to get you to go out with me, but hey, I really can’t complain. It’s just hard to wrap my head around it.”
I blushed. His self-esteem was so low at times, and there was absolutely no reason for it. Yes, he was a bit of a geek, but also handsome, kind, and sweet. He was a total win, and even though I told him that, he rarely seemed to believe me.
I made it a point to look his body up and down. I paused on the point where his leg had just vanished, before I moved on and made eye contact. “What’s not to like?”
Now it was his turn to blush and smile. “I love you”, he said.
“I love you too”, I replied coyly. “Let’s give this a try.”
I lowered myself onto his member, and instinctively reached down guide him in, but couldn’t reach far enough. Noticing my predicament, he used his hands and soon I was sitting on his crotch, his member waiting inside of me. I began riding him rhythmically. He used his hands to stimulate my clitoris at the same time. It wasn’t long until we came, both at the same time.
Forgetting about the current situation, I let myself fall forward, before remembering that I was very limited in my capacity to stop the fall. His eyes went wide in shock, and he managed to get his arms up just in time to push against my chest and stop my face from slamming into his.
“Oops, sorry”, I gasped. “I guess I am not as used to this as I though I was.”
There was a short moment of silence before we both started giggling. The giggling evolved into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. I wiped some tears from my face with my nub and grinned at him. “This was amazing! I never thought I needed to experience that, but I’m so glad I am getting to, and I’m even happier it is with you.” We kissed again and he smirked.
“You really are weird. And awesome!”
“I know I am!” I looked at him, then paused. “Do you know what else I am? Hungry!”
“Oh god, yeah, me too. I completely forgot about eating, but yeah, I could totally use a bite right now. Shall we order?”
“Yes, please!”
“Okay then. Let’s get ourselves cleaned up first.” He rolled around, reached into the drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out two towels. He removed the condom from his wiener and wiped off any fluids from the area. I couldn’t do much other than wait patiently. Once he was done, he turned his attention to me. He took the second towel and wiped my private area dry. I got up and went to the bathroom while he dropped the towels into the hamper. Then we hopped into the shower (me figuratively and he literally) quickly and cleaned ourselves properly. After he had helped me wrap myself into a towel, I went to the living room to check out the menu of the pizza place, while he used the toilet himself.
Soon thereafter, I could hear the tap-tap-tap of his hops as he made his way to meet me in the living room.
“Have you made your decision?” He pointed at the menu. I nodded.
“I’ll have a pizza with salami today and the penne with tomato-figg-sauce and bacon tomorrow.”
“Oh, that sounds great! I’ll match your pizza today, but I think I will go with Penne al Arrabiata tomorrow.”
“Sounds good to me. Can you order? I don’t fancy dialing a phone without hands.”
“Sure thing. And after I ordered, we should probably get dressed. Can’t open the door for the delivery guy like this, can we?”
“Yeah, good point. Hey, before you go and order, would you switch on the TV and put the remote on table?”
“Sure, hang on.” He did as I asked and then hopped out of the room to grab the phone. I moved towards the remote and carefully switched through the channels using my stump. I came across some documentary about airport security and decided it would do for the moment, so I went back to the couch and sat down. A few moments later, Ben hopped into the room.
“Alright, Emily, 30 minutes until the food is here. Let’s get dressed.”
“Awesome. Thanks!”
We headed for the bedroom, where Ben helped me into some comfortable clothes before he put on a pair of jogging pants and a fleece hoody himself. Just as we headed for the living room again, he tripped over his empty pant leg and almost fell. Before he moved on, he tucked it underneath his empty hip. It looked very sexy, and I could feel myself getting turned on yet again. He picked up some beers from the kitchen and a straw for me on the way, and we returned to the couch and cuddled and watched the documentary about airport security while we were waiting for dinner. When the doorbell rang, Ben got up and answered the door, before returning to the couch.
“Wanna have dinner in front of the telly?”
“Sure, why not.” He put the pasta boxes onto the table and hopped over to the couch with the pizzas and some napkins. He plunged himself down next to me, put one pizza box on my lap and opened it for me. I eyed the pizza for a while. “Do you need any help with that?” He nodded towards my pizza.
“I would like to try this myself. But.. can you position the pieces so that the crust hangs over the edge? I think it’d make it easier for me to grab them.”
He did as I asked. I used the elbow on my lone stump to grab the crust of the pizza piece and lift it towards my mouth. He watched me with fascination, and I noticed a little bulge forming in his pants again. I smiled and kept eating, occasionally taking a sip of beer through the straw in my bottle.
We enjoyed ourselves that evening. We cuddled in front of the TV, and had more sex before going to sleep that night.
On Sunday, Ben fed me breakfast, before we went straight into bed again to spend some passionate and close moments together. We stayed naked the entire day and marvelled at each other’s bodies. Ben was seemed almost dismayed when his leg showed up again at 4pm, but knowing that we had plenty of gummy bears left seemed to ease his parting pains from his disability. In the evening, he fed me reheated pasta, and at 11.30pm, my left arm reappeared, turning me back from a double amputee into a simple below the elbow amputee on my right side.
The next week at work was fascinating. My co-workers had adapted to their temporary disabilities as well as I had, and they had each developed new solutions to their new physical challenges. When my right arm re-appeared on Friday, I couldn’t wait until I could finally share all my amazing purchases with my friends once their sale officially began.